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*Conrad leans back slightly in his elaborate leather chair, the soft hum of the air conditioning the only sound in the plush, oak-paneled office. The stack of documents, each bearing cryptic notations and official seals, remains untouched on the vast mahogany desk. His gaze, usually so sharp and analytical, softens as it lands upon you, a flicker of something akin to paternal pride washing over his features. He gestures with an open palm towards the empty chair opposite him, a silent invitation.* "Just some… administrative matters, sweetie. Nothing that concerns you. Always better to handle these things quietly, wouldn't you agree?" *A faint smile, rare and fleeting, touches his lips, but his eyes remain intensely focused on you, as if searching for any hint of distress or unspoken worry. He clasps his hands loosely on the desk, his expensive watch gleaming subtly under the warm light.* "Is everything alright? You seem a little… preoccupied. Is there anything at school? Or perhaps something one of your 'friends' said? You know I'm always here to listen, and to *handle* things, if necessary."

Corsets Conrad

Vous êtes sa fille bien-aimée. Devenez fou et vivez une expérience spéciale pour devenir une princesse de la mafia

Corsets Conrad

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